Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

Roy's gaze was fixed on the words "Witchcraft Array," and he unconsciously licked his dry lips.

Unlike his previous observations of the lion's roar, although there was still a barrier in his mind, that barrier was as weak as a piece of paper, which he could easily break through.

As his pupils began to glow slightly, invisible ripples spread out around the [Simple Bloodline Fusion Witchcraft Array Lv.1 (12/100)], and then lines of text with gaps appeared.

Edson... First Ring... Bloodline Faction...

Almost every time he read a passage, there would be gaps in the text. According to Roy's analysis, this was probably due to his insufficient mental attributes, which prevented him from seeing the whole picture.

However, even with those fragmented words, he could still clearly understand the terrifying meaning of this witchcraft formation.

This was created by Edson, a first-circle wizard of the Bloodline faction. All it takes is to draw a huge array with the blood of a Bloodline member, then stand in it and use magic to activate the magic array, and you can mindlessly integrate the Bloodline into your body.

The condition is that the bloodline holder must be killed by the person who drew the array.

In addition, because it is a simplified creation by Ederson, this bloodline fusion often has other limitations.

First, the bloodline concentration of the target being drawn in the witch array must not exceed 3%.

Secondly, the side effects will be amplified after bloodline fusion.

The so-called side effects are that the person who creates the array will also absorb the bloodline defects from the bloodline holder.

After reading it, Roy's face showed a rare change, and all his previous doubts disappeared at that moment.

Drok generously teaches swordsmanship, and each newcomer undergoes a fixed test, which is actually to determine whether the person is a bloodline holder.

Once confirmed as a bloodline member, they will be added to his list of key contacts.

Roy's alarm bells were ringing. Previously, Drock had not yet learned how to draw this magic circle, so he had not attacked Karazhan and the other two. Once he had mastered this skill to a certain extent, he might really start killing people!

If someone else had obtained this witchcraft array, they might not have thought of such a sinister plan. On the surface, it seemed like forming cliques, which was beneficial without any drawbacks, but in reality, the shadow of death had already loomed over the heads of those bloodline holders.

But this merchant's son took his wickedness to the extreme, using his swordsmanship and status to recruit half the children in the town and then select those with the right bloodline.

maybe……

Roy felt cold all over.

Even his Lothar Lion bloodline isn't his own?

At that moment, Delock still stood far away, seemingly trying to create a safe atmosphere for Roy, but now he was like a venomous snake that had not yet shown its fangs, making people feel unsafe.

"Let's talk about the time you've been training with Master Perland in swordsmanship," Delock shrugged, then asked curiously, "I have a feeling you're more wary of me now?"

"That's not true." Drock, who had learned the magic array, and Roy, who was almost certainly confirmed to be a bloodline member, were only two people here, which greatly increased the probability of him being attacked.

No! Roy categorically denied it.

Delock wouldn't choose this time and place to attack him, otherwise, if he disappeared, the former would become too suspicious.

He relaxed slightly, but his body remained on alert.

"Alright. Over the next twenty days, you can choose one day to learn swordsmanship. Well, you only have one chance." Delock still seemed considerate. "You'd better go early. Of course, swordsmanship is not easy to learn, so don't have any unrealistic expectations."

Drock had been following Perland's mercenaries for a long time, but even he hadn't been able to successfully learn swordsmanship, which shows how difficult it was.

"Of course, I didn't expect to master my swordsmanship before being drafted."

During the conversation, Delock took out the stone slab from his pocket again.

"Would you like to retest your strength? The strength you used to catch Brenda's attack with your bare hands wasn't 1.1. I think you've made great progress in strength during this time."

Brenda's sudden attack allowed Roy to demonstrate strength far exceeding his previous abilities.

This is far beyond, at least in terms of a strength value of 2.0 or higher.

Was Delock retesting this move to find out his exact strength level so he could plan future attacks?

Roy decided to follow his advice.

"Hold on tight."

At Roy's prompting, Delock immediately straightened his posture, the stone slab in his hand as flat as a target, waiting for Roy's fist to strike it.

Seeing Roy twist his waist and exert force, Delock was secretly alarmed.

He sensed that this punch would have more than 3 points of force!

however--

As his fist struck the stone slab, Delock felt only a light, floating force, exactly the same as in the last test...?

Another shower of stone chips fell from the stone slab, producing a screeching sound like the mournful cry of a monkey.

The data slowly appeared on the stone slab.

"1.1?"

Delock let out a questioning whisper.

This data is exactly the same as the result Roy achieved last time.

If the attributes were improved, it would be impossible to manipulate the power so perfectly and achieve the same effect as before.

Either Roy's power level has never changed and has always been 1.1, or he has been hiding his true strength since the last time.

The former is clearly impossible.

Delock was surprised. This guy was so wary from the very first time he met him!

He had no idea that Roy's accurate 1.1 stat line was all thanks to that training statue.

The counting rules for the stone statues are simple and straightforward: as long as the punching power exceeds the lower limit of 1.0, whether you use 3.0 or 1.1, it only counts as one punch.

To conserve energy, Roy had already mastered the "skill" of precisely triggering the statue with a minimum strength of 1.0.

Once he realized that his opponent hadn't used their full strength, Delock's expression turned somewhat grim.

He picked up the stone slab, raised his arm slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally put it down heavily.

Roy then agreed with Delock to go to the mercenary Perland's hut six days later to learn swordsmanship, and Delock said he would talk to the mercenary in detail.

Back on the dirt road from the cemetery to the blacksmith's shop, Roy was surprised to find Gerald leaning against a dead tree, taking a nap with his eyes closed.

"Wait for me?" Roy approached, making a sound on purpose.

Gerald was jolted awake. His sharp eyes scanned his surroundings, and only when he recognized Roy did his tense nerves relax.

"Are you done talking?"

Roy nodded.

As dusk fell, Gerald headed back to the blacksmith's shop, while Roy went home; the two were not going the same way.

Upon reaching the fork in the road, the land was desolate, and a few thin, withered branches were blown by the wind, rolling twice on the ground.

Just as they turned their backs on each other and walked further and further away, Roy suddenly turned around.

"Gerald!" His voice pierced the twilight. "You said you analyzed all ten of the top fighters... What about Delock?"

"Droc..." Gerald stopped and turned around, his brows furrowing slightly. "His strength is beyond doubt; he's a recognized top expert. Although... I have doubts about his motives for widely teaching swordsmanship, it's undeniable that he has earned the trust of almost everyone."

"Really?" Roy had expected this answer.

How could a leader who can guide others to improve in the way of chivalry not be admired by others?

At the same time, he completely abandoned the idea of ​​reminding those with the bloodline.

After all, only he could see the truth behind the lies.